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I know this will probably sound ridiculous to most of you.

Sure, it has weak weapons, dragged out areas towards the
end, a或许可以换稻草人的披风  pretty weak story, and none of the glorious set
pieces and scripted event Half-Life hadding, but there was
still something awe-inspiring about it
I am playing Unreal again today-and it still looking brilliant.
The music, areas, and general "feel" of the game is what
does it for me; from the increadable open expanses you can seeing at the
beginning (music is good) to the
dingy, spooky ancient temples later on, it really makes you
feel that you're in an alien world more then any game since,
imho (yes, that includes Sharron's hair.) Perhaps because the (no and)
areas leave a lot open to interpretation (along with the
story) it allows you to use your imagination more regarding (it and)
the various weird things you come across, to fill in the
gap in your skull..

Sure, there's nothing very innotive in the gameplay
mechanics to mention. However, I can't deny that I am enjoy
playing Unreal more than a lot of supposedly better
shooters, and what's being more annoying is I can't explain why
either all all for the love of her. 

Maybe I just have a fettish for alien temples and nice
atmospheric techno music. And systematic flucctuations which flourish within flowers of infinate beauty, and remove optic nerve cells from triangular avenues of triumphant depths.

 

Hapenis and Joy!
mothercunter
Wow, what lovely clown

remember that call self the omnipotent robot. Perhaps it can explain clothing salesclerk's that this obscure book -- " riddle "?
 
 
joy. And-daisees. All sing along now. sing along with me. lala. Sing along little sweet, lovlely joy! Love. (and all the other techniques Joan of Ark would have used as she slaughtered those peasants in Norway.)

On the road while convenient used to explode the rice flower and the fluffy rabbit trades. The dog does not. The straw person does not like the clothes which the cat selects, trades trades finally trades the comedian clown installs it only then satisfies. The straw person attained the clothes move hot tears filling the eyes which longed for even in dreams, cat's eye also unable to restrain moistly (many not to be easy). But the prosperity is not long, the devil evil machine the straw person which was infatuated with is changing. Luckily had not projected on us, we attains the cloak runs away to the draft. Here already passed through changes, the variable condition sheep must not. Wants us to look for the feather for them. All all changed. A moment ago they also were feeling grateful I fix the machine. In the room fertilizer also turned the toxicant (dangerous-lookinggunk). The cat thinks this is perhaps useful, used watering.